Friday, April 6, 2012

The Cross

 
A symbol of my faith
That strengthens me each day
As I by God's grace
Walk the narrow way.

You see God's own son
He gave His life for me
And  took my debt of sin
To a place called Calvary.

I owe Him My life
and all I'll ever be
All He asks is that 
I'll let Him live through me.

So I run the race
Empowered by His Grace
And give Him all the glory
As I look into His face.
Jesus is Lord!
Anonymous

My prayer is that we can relinquish everything to God.


Some of you were wondering what I was making with bricks, plates, and cheese cloth...
Here it is...It's called Seereny Paska Spread.
This spread brings back memories of the same recipe made by my Grandmother.









6 comments:

  1. Your seerney paska looks wonderful Marg! The poem is good to read today! Blessings.

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  2. I was really off base on my guess. Your paska looks delicious. Easter is a great time to appreciate the life of a wonderful person. I hope you have a meaningful weekend.

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  3. Your seerney Paska does look wonderful Marg. Beautiful poem.

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  4. What a beautiful poem Marg!
    I've never heard of Seerney Paska before but it looks lovely - foods that symbolize our heritage and faith are strong reminders!

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  5. You blessed me with this poem you shared! Giving everything to God. Easter Blessings!

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  6. Happy Resurrection Day, Marg!

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